question put a tight, cold knot in my stomach. I didnât want to think about Mom and Dad and my sisters.
âYes,â I said. I halfheartedly considered a new version of the patchwork girl: my sixth-grade locker neighbor Free Farmer had wannabe hippie parents, never mind that they had been born in the late seventies themselves, and she had rebelled by going full Goth as soon as she was old enough to pick out her own clothes. But that all felt like too much effort for the sake of a lie, so I only said, âIt could have been worse. It could have been Zen or Soulfire or something. I canât even imagine what kind of names they would have stuck on my siblings if I had any.â
The woman laughed. âHey, Iâm not judging. You can call me Rain.â
âGreat. Together we can be the weather report.â
My leg didnât ache quite as much anymore, so I stood up, paused to get my balance, and walked to the door.
âItâs locked,â Rain said. âAnd itâsââ
I didnât think it would be as simple as opening the door and walking out, but I wasnât expecting what happened.
I reached for the knob and there was a cool, solid pressure on my skin. Before I could react, the cold turned to heat, searing heat like putting my hand on an electric stove coil, and I was overcome with a dizziness so intense my vision darkened. I stumbled away from the door, gagging and gasping.
âThat,â said Rain. âItâs locked. Just for us.â
There was no burn on my hand, but I could still feel it.
Rain leaned back on her elbows and watched me make my way around the room. The same thing happened when I tried to touch any of the walls and when I got too near the candles. I couldnât even get close enough to pry around the plywood over the windows.
When I gave up, Rain said, âThey wouldnât be very good at catching monsters if they didnât know how to monster-proof a room.â
Monsters . There it was. A word I had been deliberately not thinking for two weeks.
âItâs . . .â I didnât want to say it out loud. âHow?â
She raised an eyebrow. âMagic. How else?â
And there was the other one: magic.
âLike in Harry Potter ?â I said stupidly.
Rain laughed. âYes, exactly like that. Gosh, if only we had our unicorn hair wands, we could get Professor McGonagall to help.â
I tried to glare at her, but my heart wasnât in it. âIâm kind of new at this. I donât know how it works.â
âSee the walls? Thatâs how it works.â
I picked at the edge of a ruddy brown floorboard. I had no trouble touching the floor. âWhat is it?â
âWell, itâs not paint, and itâs not ketchup.â
I shuddered and wiped my hand on my dress. I didnât want to believe her, but magical force fields made of blood werenât much of a stretch after everything else that had happened.
âBut who does this?â I asked. âHow do they know how to do it? How does it even work?â
âYou really are new at this, arenât you?â
âYes. Very.â
âThatâs . . . kind of interesting, actually. Most of us are born into it.â
âBorn into what ? What are you talking about?â
âSit down,â Rain said. âYouâre making me dizzy. Why donât you start by telling me what you know, and Iâll tell you how youâve got everything wrong.â
I sat across from her and tried to find a position that didnât make every part of my body ache. I barely knew where to begin. Since I had woken upâcome backâI had been assuming I was the only one. I had tried to figure out what I was by looking on the internet, naturally, but the internet insisted giant four-foot-tall frogs stalked unwary travelersin the wilds of Ohio. I couldnât believe any of it. Then there was Violet, telling me there were other things
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